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All right-y roo~! Ready for this! -Sty

Chapter 1

Darkness...

It was everything and now it was in all things. He was created to bring and spread darkness. He and his brother. They were the gods of death, meant to reap and made to bring the Souls to the Underworld where they will be judged for their sins and punished for their crimes. They were the Grim Reapers. They were meant only to kill, and to control the lives of mortals.

He went down to the first creation, brandishing his blade and advancing on her. This was all he knew what to do. He stared into the child's eyes and raised his scythe.

But hesitated the moment he cut her down. Powers ran askew, darkness dribbled into the human. She was not ready to die. She did not want to die. The Reaper's hellish powers coursed into the mortal and the first anomaly was taking place.

The agent of darkness and chaos and violence was created. A corrupted child who'd fallen from faith. She had dragged the God of Hope along with her. Death, stunned by this, could only watch as his first Reaping was a failure. The Grim Reaper had only caught a glimpse of the two anomalies before they both dispersed from the realm.

He can only hunt for them as if they're animals, hoping to find them and destroy both of these creatures. Chaos and despair will not sit well with these humans.

He no longer hesitates and no longer allows himself to show them mercy during his Reapings, whereas his brother controls and consoles the unwilling spirits into their inevitable fate. He sends them where they belong which is the Underworld as such of all of Life's creatures. The Cruel Reaper inexplicably judges them.

Life, furious with the Father of the Skies, the Wise God, and the God of Magic, abandoned the Heavens, going to her creations and becoming isolated on their world. Her forest fires created a garden with a barrier no one else could see. Only immortals could witness this beautiful garden in the redwood forest. Death would soon find her, and they would grow something together, Life and Death.

Compassion, understanding, and trust.

The two Gods, complete opposites of each other, meant to cancel each other became friends.

Life teaches Death of all things in her world, teaching him how to live and feel towards other beings.

It has been a long journey, thousands of years of hunting and still no anomalies. The humans had been birthed, they had died and the cycle would forever continue. He had grown somewhat kinder to the mortals, not giving them much, but allowing most to die of natural causes.

He was changing as the world was. The beings were becoming creative. Goddesses of War and Knowledge went to the realm between the earth and the Stars, and the Father of the Skies was still sorrowful of his unfortunate yet necessary decision. The Gods of Wisdom and Magic however did not grow as distraught over their creations. Wisdom knew that it was the right choice. Magic did not care for the feelings towards Death. Death was a priority in this world, and no one was going to be able to stop it.

And so the Reaper hunts. And Death Reaps. He does as he is told, and he follows his birth purpose to take lives that are meant to be taken.

"Sans?"

He lifted his head, blinking. He felt as if he'd just woken up from a dream. Everything in the room was fuzzy, but he could make out the shape of his brother, who was now standing up and looking at Sans worringly. He rubbed his cheekbone, frowning.

"U-uh yeah. Yeah, Pap?" he responded, still dazed a little.

"What do you mean a human could see you?" he asked, wringing his hands. "Was it one of the first humans?" Sans tilted his skull.

"No, I took care of them, remember? I'm pretty sure if you look hard enough you'll find 'em in the spirit hall." Papyrus chuckled, smiling slightly. But Sans could see his brother's concern.

"Should I go to Asgore to inform of this?" Papyrus inquired, tightening his robes. Sans tensed.

"Nah, bro. I'll just track them down and make sure. I mean, I don't really know if they could see me," he said, waving a hand and getting up. He grabbed his hourglass and stepped over to his scythe. He winked at Papyrus.

"Oh! Brother! That reminds me..." Papyrus reached into his robes and pulled out seven envelopes, stamped with the Gods' insignia. He happily handed them to Sans and the smaller God clenched his jaw.

More Reaping schedules. He sighed and gave his brother a crooked smile.

"Thanks Pap. I'll be back soon, okay?" he patted his Papyrus' shoulder and teleported back to the human realm, this time on an uncrowded sidewalk. He looked around, allowing himself to grin as small birds flitted up near the sky, belting out their songs.

Sans walked down the concrete, avoiding the unbeknownst humans that traveled in the opposite direction. He tried his best to step over the weeds that grew between the slabs of stone -mainly because it would be odd to the mortals to see a plant suddenly wilt and die without anything near it.

He closed his sockets, stepping to the side. If he was going to find that human, he might as well do it the easy way. He let the memory of them slide into his skull and when he opened his sockets again, everything was dark. Except for a bright blue thread in which he followed. It would lead him to the human without him coming in contact with others. He stepped alongside the trail, often brushing his fingertips against it. It would shiver, but it'd never break or tangle.

He trekked down a couple of more blocks until he finally saw the end of the thread. The world around him became light again and he carefully stood near the child, who was busy drawing something in the alleyway's dirt ground. He peered at their clothes and frowned. They were ratty and dusty, their once knee-length skirt torn in some places. Their hair was like a sunset, deep auburn streaks mixed with orange and gold. They wore a thin shirt, it used to be the color blue but it faded out to a dismal grey. He then looked at their picture.

It was his face.

He shuddered and frowned, taking a step back. He heard his foot shift some of the garbage strewn across the ground. The human lifted their head and turned to him, their eyes wide.

They -no, she, smiled at him and stood up, wiping her hands on her skirt. He gave her a shaken smile.

"Uh... Hi," he muttered, raising a hand.

She didn't respond.

"Um..." He didn't know what to say. He'd never spoken to a mortal before, much less a child. He could feel sweat slithering down his spine. "Can... Can you see me?" She nodded, holding her hands behind her back and tilting her head.

"Who are you?" she asked softly. He scoffed.

"Grim Reaper, Death, Sans, whatever floats your boat, kid," he responded, a little too harshly. But the young girl didn't seem to be phased. "What's your name?"

"Aria," she said. "I don't have a last name. What's a Grim Reaper?"

"I kill people," he said in return. "Anything and everything I touch, dies. So I suggest you don't get too close." She took a step forward, causing him to stiffen and scramble back slightly. "H-hey! Kid I said don't get too close! What are ya, deaf?" She giggled and Sans furrowed his brow. He was pretty sure she valued her life a little more...

"Is that why you killed the old guy earlier?" Aria asked, smiling. He nodded. "Do you only kill bad guys or everyone?"

"Everyone who needs to be dead." Her eyes lit up, her small hands balling into fists.

"Could you kill someone for me?"

Sans reeled back, his sockets wide.

"W-what?!" he sputtered, gripping his scythe hard. "Why the hell would you ask me that?"

"Because! She took my parents away from me!" Aria exclaimed, her face hardening. "I wanna get some pay back!"

What the literal fuck, he thought in surprise, staring down at the little human. Was she an impure Soul? Was this Papyrus' job or his? He sighed and pulled his hood over his head, glaring down at the ground.

This was a stupid idea. He should probably just go and do his job. Maybe visit Toriel in between kills. He turned away from Aria, pulling out his first envelope. He heard the kid begin to protest, but he quickly shut her out, taking in the name and area of his next victim.

Theresa Foru.

Tokyo, Japan.

3:56 p.m.

Sans looked at his hourglass, inwardly groaning. It wasn't even twelve yet. He sighed again and began to walk away. He heard little footsteps follow behind him but he didn't really care. If the kid was an idiot, it wouldn't be his fault if she touched him.

"Hey!" he heard her squeak, her breathing becoming hard. He wasn't walking that fast...

Out of curiosity on why the human was having such trouble following him, he glanced back at her. He sucked in a sharp breath, feeling his magic give a slight pulse insight of him. She was holding onto his cloak, the shadowy fabric burning her flesh. Although it wasn't him that was touching her, his power still bled into his coverings, meaning whoever touched his clothes could fall extremely ill and then die. He snatched his cloak away from her and glared at her.

"What the fuck do you think you're doin' kid?!" he barked, standing still. Aria staggered to stay on her feet, her grayish eyes glassy. "What did I say?! I said don't touch me unless you wanna die. Do you want to die?!" The child sniffled, rubbing her eyes. Her fingers left behind black streaks on her skin. Aria shook her head, looking down at her bare feet.

He suddenly felt himself empathizing with her. She was just a little kid...maybe six or seven years old. She clearly had no family here and probably was starving. She looked so frail...

Maybe she did want to die. It would've been better than this shitty life, right? He raised his scythe, readying himself.

Just make this as painless as possible, he thought, feeling his hands shake. He furrowed his brow and swung his weapon.

It landed in front of him, it clattering between him and Aria. He couldn't kill her. The girl stopped crying, looking up at him. She was trembling and her eyes had grown red and puffy.

This was the most fucked up day of his life, he decided, grabbing the shaft near the blade of his scythe, holding out the lower part to her. She hesitantly grasped it and tilted her head to him. He mirrored her, trying to smile.

"Are... Are you going to help me?" she whispered, taking one small step towards him. Sans shrugged, flicking off his hood.

"Sure, why the hell not."